續傳燈錄 12.37

12.37

真定府洪濟宗賾禪師姓孫氏沼州人。少習儒業超卓出群。元豐清滿禪師見之勉令奉佛。遂投圜通禪師出家落髮受具。參廣照禪師屢扣宗猷未有開發。一日足方躡階忽然省悟。述投機頌曰。舉足上甎階。分明這箇法。黃楊木畔笑呵呵。萬里青天一輪月。遂陳其所悟。廣照可之。待制楊公畏請師出世說法。僧問。台星臨寶座。祖意願宣揚。師曰。萬里不挂片雲。僧云。恩深轉無語。師曰。唯有好風來席上。更無閑語落人間。僧云。千古淳風特地清。師曰。真師子兒善師子吼。問四眾臨筵請師說法。師曰。須彌山大海水。僧云。我聞一唱三疑息。青蓮啟目視頭陀。師曰。畢鉢巖中如何話會。僧云。杲日當空清風滿座。師曰。秖道得一半。問達磨面壁此理如何。師良久。僧禮拜。師曰。今日被這僧一問直得口啞。乃曰冬去寒食一百單五。活人路上死人無數。頭鑽荊棘林。將謂眾生苦。拜掃事如何。骨堆上添土。唯有出家人。不踏無生路。大眾且道。向什麼路去。還會麼。南天台北五臺參。又曰。鎮州蘿蔔頭。聲名播天下。雖則諸方老宿盡力提撕。然而多口衲僧齩嚼不破。先住禪師放下又分付山僧。如今劈析將來普通供養。良久曰。莫嫌冷淡無滋味。聊表禪家一片心。又曰。金風澹蕩物景蕭條。葉落庭臯雲飛嶺上。不逃暑而暑自退。無意涼而涼自來。正當恁麼時。若謂唯心境界。正是頭上安頭。若言一切平常。大似斬頭覓活。又曰。新羅別無妙訣。當言不避截舌。但能心口相應。一生受用不徹。且道如何是心口相應底句。良久曰。焦甎打著連底凍。

Chan Master Zongze of Hongji in Zhending Prefecture was of the Sun family from Zhaozhou. In his youth he studied Confucianism and was outstanding among his peers. Chan Master Qingman of the Yuanfeng era saw him and urged him to serve the Buddha. Thereupon he went to Chan Master Yuantong to leave home, have his head shaved, and receive full ordination. He practiced under Chan Master Guangzhao and repeatedly sought the ancestral teaching, but had not yet experienced an opening. One day, just as his foot trod upon the steps, he suddenly realized awakening. He composed a verse matching the occasion, which said: / "Raising my foot to step on the brick stairs, / distinctly, it is this very Dharma. / Beside the boxwood tree, laughing ha-ha; / across ten thousand miles of blue sky, a single wheel of the moon." / He then presented what he had awakened to, and Guangzhao approved him. Yang Gongwei, an Hanlin Drafter-in-Waiting, invited the Master to appear in the world and expound the Dharma. A monk asked, "The ministerial star approaches the precious seat; we pray you proclaim the Patriarch's intention." The Master said, "Across ten thousand miles, not a wisp of cloud hangs." The monk said, "When favor is profound, one turns wordless." The Master said, "Only the auspicious breeze comes to the mat; no idle words fall among mortals." The monk said, "Through thousands of ages, the pure breeze is remarkably clear." The Master said, "A true lion's cub is good at the lion's roar." He asked, "The fourfold assembly approaches the feast, requesting the Master expound the Dharma." The Master said, "Mount Sumeru, the great ocean waters." The monk said, "I hear that at one chanting, three doubts cease; the blue lotus opens its eyes to gaze at the dhūta." The Master said, "How do you understand it in Pippala Cave?" The monk said, "The bright sun is in the empty sky, the pure breeze fills the seat." The Master said, "You have only said half of it." A monk asked, "Bodhidharma gazing at the wall—what is the principle of this?" The Master remained silent for a long time. The monk bowed. The Master said, "Today, posed this question by this monk, I am simply struck dumb." He then said, "After winter departs, Cold Food is one hundred and five days later. On the road of the living, the dead are countless. Piercing their heads into the thorn briars, they take it to be the suffering of sentient beings. How about sweeping the tombs? Adding earth onto the pile of bones. Only the renunciant does not tread the road of non-arising. Great assembly, tell me, onto what road do they go? Do you understand yet? Southern Tiantai, northern Wutai. Practice!" He also said, "The radish heads of Zhenzhou—their fame spreads under heaven. Although the old venerables of all regions have brought them forward with all their might, patch-robed monks with many mouths still cannot chew them to pieces. The former abbot laid them down and entrusted them to this mountain monk. Now I split them apart and offer them as a universal meal." After a long silence he said, "Do not disdain them as cold, bland, and without flavor; they briefly express a single heart of the Chan family." He also said, "The golden wind is mild and gentle; the scenery of things is bleak. Leaves fall on the garden shores; clouds fly above the ridge. Without fleeing the heat, the heat retreats of itself. Without intending coolness, coolness arrives of itself. Right at such a time, if you call it a realm of mind-only, that is precisely adding a head on top of a head. If you say everything is ordinary, it is much like cutting off your head to seek life." He also said, "Silla has no other wondrous directive: when it is time to speak, do not avoid having your tongue cut off. If only mind and mouth correspond, you will never exhaust its use in a lifetime. Tell me, what is the sentence in which mind and mouth correspond?" After a long silence he said, "The scorched brick is struck, frozen solid down to the bottom."